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There was three men come from the east, and they were all a-dry,
They made a vow, a solemn vow, John Barleycorn should die,
They ploughed the land, they laid him down, put clods upon his head
And there they sang around his grave, John Barleycorn was dead

Then once into the ground he lay, and rain began to fall
The sun shone on, they left him there, til he were growing tall
They hired some men with sickles sharp to cut him at the knee
With forks and prongs they stabbed his heart and bled him bitterly

Oh, John Barleycorn, Death to the ancient Corn God
Oh, John Barleycorn, Cut down for the earth
Oh, John Barleycorn, Death to the ancient Corn God
Oh, John Barleycorn, Cut down for the earth

Then from the field they packed him up and took him in the cart
And with great sticks they beat his bones ‘til flesh did fall apart
They threw John Barleycorn into the kiln to roast his bones
But worse of all the miller crushed his head between two stones

They put him in the mashing tun to scold him through and through
But Barleycorn ran out below and he became strong brew
So sing this song and fill your pint of poor John Barleycorn
As for our thirst he gave his life and now he'll be reborn

Oh, John Barleycorn, Death to the ancient Corn God
Oh, John Barleycorn, Cut down for the earth
Oh, John Barleycorn, Death to the ancient Corn God
Oh, John Barleycorn, Cut down for the earth

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